A bloody knife
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"It was an accident." He told the police. The room had bars over the windows, and (like a predicted) smelled like donuts. They gave me a stern look. They still hadn't let me wash my hands. Blood. He knew he didn't do it. He thought.
"Your mom had wounds, on her forehead."
"Did she try to fight back?" The bushy mustache was covered in light pink icing.
"I don't know." He said under his breath.....